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There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
Haruki Murakami
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Haruki Murakami
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: January 12
Athletics Competitor
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Science Fiction Writer
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Kyōto
Murakami Haruki
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